Rumble Through The Dark Cast Novels & Stories

Prince Roderick, Prince Maximus, and Daphne meandered through the dimly lit passageways of the castle, their footfalls resounding through the air. Darkness enveloped the surroundings, casting unsettling shadows against the austere stone walls, reflecting the solemnity that weighed heavily upon their souls.

34 – Lauren Meridian Water The darkness felt like a cloak wrapped around my thoughts. The spell casting had drained me, not just physically but emotionally too. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my knees, as I stared at the faint moonlight seeping through the window. Dark magic left marks on me—not visible to others but etched deep into my soul. A part of me resisted the shadows that lived within me. I felt like an intruder in my own body. Even as a renegade from the Kingdom of Umbra, I wasn’t a creature of darkness, and now my mind was at war with itself.

Metal crunched. Then—darkness. ---

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn, and his eyes that watch me with amusement, are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. A mustard tie broke up the blackness of the suite, a badge with the initials 'R.T' easily visible as the light reflected off of it. If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars.

I whispered, even though fear crawled slowly up my spine. We stepped into a corridor so dim it looked drained of color. The light that used to glow warmly along the stone walls had been replaced by cold blue torches that flickered unnaturally, casting long shadows that stretched across the hall like claws. The air felt thicker than before, carrying a faint scent of smoke and something metallic, almost like blood that had dried hours ago. “This isn’t normal,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Gina nodded. “Bernatta’s magic is running through every part of the castle now. The torches are tied to her aura. She likes everything cold.”

--- The darkness studied them quietly. Then it smiled. "Interesting." Its body expanded. Black tendrils spread toward every wall. The ancient runes began dimming. The Moon Crown flickered. Eryndor struck his staff against the floor. "Protect the Crown!" The royal guardians rushed into formation. Silver shields rose around the throne. The darkness crashed against them. The entire chamber shook. One shield shattered instantly. Another cracked. A third barely held. "They won't last!" Ronan shouted. --- Orion forced himself to his feet.

Rumble! Rumble! The thunder roared throughout the entire space of the dark mountain, called Mt.Namaran. The castle was still enlightened by the candles and the stroke of lightning around. The men in their black cloaks, walking without looking at their way. The darkness protected the entire area but those men looked like they knew every step they made. Accompanied by the thunderous sounds of the surroundings, it was suddenly heard, which made everyone listen. "Ghana! Zare! Call all the disciples around and take them into the forbidden room of the Lord!" The terrifying voice of a man heard in the darkest.

Caleb groaned, kicking off the covers as he rolled over and buried his face in his pillow. Moonlight shone in the window, bathing his sweat-slickened body in its light as he was sucked down once more into a time long past. ***** Dark tunnels, slick with dampness and mildew were no challenge for the cloaked figures silently marching through them. It mattered not that there were no lights shining. A vampire could see in the dark, and these three better than most.

The city seemed to hold its breath, waiting. Then a distant rumble shattered the silence. The ground beneath their feet shook violently, as if the entire city had exhaled in fury. Sparks of blue and black energy flared along the streets, tearing the asphalt open in jagged fissures. Shadows surged upward, forming shapes that were neither human nor animal—pure, writhing darkness infused with molten light. Riven raised the crown key instinctively, energy coiling around him like living armour. “It’s coming,” he said through gritted teeth.